Archive for November 2011
Autumn and the Last Wasps
Maybe it was the full moon. Maybe it was something in the air—the mild air of a mild autumn day—but with a hint of change; a leaf flutter or a minute drop in barometric pressure, some early message from a storm, and not a big storm, fifteen hundred miles away, far out over the Pacific Ocean and still two days from landfall. …
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Serpentine
One of the first rocks I learned, hot ridges in the Trinities, …
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